Donggong Qinghuang frowned slightly, took out the piccolo and said, "What is this?"
"The gentle man said that if the queen encounters danger in the future, just blow the piccolo and someone will come to her rescue."
Dong Gong Qinghuang rolled her eyes. Was this a secret guard given to her? She chuckled lightly and said, "A gentle man knows how to reciprocate politely."
Three days later, Beigong Tengxiao successfully ascended the throne. He was dressed in a black dragon robe with dignity and majesty. He was born noble and showed the pressure of not being angry and self-respecting, which made everyone willing to bow to him. He raised his robe and sat down.
On the noble dragon chair.
All civil and military officials knelt down and saluted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
Beigong Tengxiao has an arrogant posture, looking down at all the living beings under the steps, and his dark eyes show no joy or anger.
Moving his eyes to Mo Wei, he saw her raising her head slightly, and her cold lips raised a sinister arc.
A few days, Imperial Garden.
Qinghuang Pingting from the East Palace walked towards her with leisurely steps. All the maids passing by bowed their knees and saluted: "May the Queen be blessed with peace and happiness."
While she was still in mourning, Dong Gong Qinghuang was dressed much more plainly than usual, and her proud look was still sharp. She slowly walked to the stone chair and sat down, supporting her Fang Fei and whispered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I heard that Chu Jiaoli
I have been ill since I became the queen and have been staying at home."
Donggong Qinghuang chuckled, slowly fanning the delicate fan in his hand, and said: "With such a serious illness, do you think the Lord of the Sixth Palace will die within a few days of taking office?"
Fang Fei's eyes widened in shock, and she was shocked to see her say such evil words, but after all, she was her master, and she had suffered so many grievances, so it would be good if she could be scolded to make her lose some of her arrogance.
.
She looked at East Palace Qinghuang with distressed eyes and said softly: "The master of the Sixth Palace will belong to the empress sooner or later."
Donggong Qinghuang raised her lips with satisfaction and said, "I heard that Xu Qingqian was granted the title of Zhaoyi?"
"Yes, my dear."
Qinghuang from the East Palace raised her slender eyebrows lightly and said, "Now that she has entered the palace, why haven't she come to me yet?"
"Your Majesty, it has been many days since the Emperor ascended the throne, but the concubine has not moved around, as if she has disappeared. Xu Zhaoyi... I have never seen her anywhere..."
Hearing this, Dong Gong Qinghuang frowned slightly and rolled her eyes. She caught Xu Qingqian's mother. So far she was still indifferent. Could something really happen?
It was night, in the damp and cold dungeon, the whip cut through the flesh and blood, and the tied middle-aged man groaned in pain. With a sad face, he looked at the noble man in the throne in front of him, who was as noble as an immortal, and said: "Your Majesty, have mercy on me.
I am wronged, wronged!"
Beigong Tengxiao's index finger gently pushed the lever on his thumb, his eyes as dark as night showing coldness.
With a "plop", a woman was pushed in from outside the door. She fell to the ground softly and bonelessly. She couldn't help but exclaimed. She looked at Beigong Tengxiao's handsome profile and couldn't help but trembled all over.
Feeling anxious in her heart, she crawled on her knees and knelt in front of him, saying: "No, I don't know why the emperor brought me here. Is it... did I do something wrong?"
"Qian... Qian'er?" The seriously injured Yushi doctor looked at Xu Qingqian who was captured, and his heart tightened.
Xu Qingqian heard the familiar voice, turned around tremblingly, and saw the imperial censor who was covered in whip marks. She exclaimed: "Father! Father!" She turned her face again, her face was covered with whip marks.
With pitiful tears, he said, "Your Majesty, what crime has my father committed? Please let him go, please?"
"Xu Qingqian." Beigong Tengxiao, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
Hearing his voice, Xu Qingqian stopped sobbing, and the air became quiet for a moment, and the strong pressure made people breathless.
Beigong Tengxiao moved his eyes from the imperial censor to her face and said, "Who are you working for?"
Xu Qingqian suddenly felt a chill, and she shook her head hurriedly: "No, I am not doing anything for anyone!"
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao smiled contemptuously, and the censor doctor in front of him heard a shrill scream. Xu Qingqian was startled, and turned around to look, and saw the red iron mark on his chest, with a sizzling sound.
The sound of cooking.
"Father!" Xu Qingqian cried out and wanted to run forward to stop her, but Jing Ling immediately restrained her wrists and kicked her knees off, making her kneel in front of the imperial censor, unable to move.<
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Beigong Tengxiao tapped his fingers lightly on his bowed head and said, "My patience is limited."
While Xu Qingqian was hesitating, the censor's left arm was also twisted off.
"Qian'er! Save me!" The imperial censor shed tears in pain.
"It's Princess Huang!" Xu Qingqian cried, "Concubine Huang captured my mother, and I have no choice but to do things for her..."
"East Palace Qinghuang..." Beigong Tengxiao frowned and murmured in a low voice. His fingertips stopped on the armrest. With a little effort, the nanmu bowed his head and cracked. He slowly stood up.
, want to leave.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please save my mother, please?" Xu Qingqian cried in a panic. She had betrayed Dong Gong Qinghuang. If Beigong Tengxiao hadn't taken action, her mother would have died.
Beigong Tengxiao looked at her and said: "Do you know about the queen's illness?"
Xu Qingqian was stunned for a moment. Ever since she was at the Prince's Mansion, she had felt that Chu Jiaoli was abnormal, and now she was staying at home. Could it be that she was seriously ill?
The red-hot iron was raised high again, and he said coldly: "Know, or don't you know?"
Xu Qingqian reacted suddenly, shook her head and said: "I don't know! I really don't know! Your Majesty, please show mercy!"
The voice of saving was once again drowned out by the censor's screams, and after another imprint of anxiety, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.
Xu Qingqian cried even more miserably: "I don't know! I really don't know! I don't know!"
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed across Beigong Tengxiao's eyes. He walked away with a flourish and walked to the corner and stopped slowly.
Jing Yue, who was following closely behind her, slightly frowned and said, "Your Majesty, don't you suspect that the poison on the empress was caused by the Yousheng Cult?"
Beigong Tengxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "I would rather kill by mistake than let go of any possibility. No matter what method is used, Xu Qingqian's mouth is pried open."
Jingyue lowered her head and responded: "Yes."
Weiyang Palace.
In the magnificent palace, the golden nanmu beams are decorated with gold wire, and palace lanterns are lit up, adding a warm and comfortable warmth to the spacious room.
From a distance, I saw a slender and graceful woman sitting quietly on a beauty couch, holding an embroidery booth and quietly embroidering. Her clear profile revealed elegance and tranquility.
He looked at her like this, and the fatigue of the day had disappeared. When he saw the palace maid who was about to salute, he raised his hand to stop, gently stepped into the house, sat next to her, put his arms around her waist, and tenderly
